The affair between Margot Asquith and Margot Asquith will live as one of the prettiest love stories in all literature.

Nevil Shute's On the Beach is no Christmas carol, but it seems to me a remarkably fine novel, one which I read, in the peculiarly repulsive phrase, with my eyes glued to the page.

Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.

Now I know the things I know, and I do the things I do; and if you do not like me so, to hell, my love, with you!

If you looked for things to make you feel hurt and wretched and unnecessary, you were certain to find them.

Men seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses.

A liberal is a man who leaves the room before the fight starts.